John Bone: Children have right to roam, too
As the school summer holidays get under way I feel some sympathy for those many parents who see the world as such a perilous place that they protect their children from every risk, real or imaginary. But how can I convince some of these doting mums and dads that they may be a little too cherishing? How dare I suggest they are robbing their darlings of precious experience of the real physical world? The best I can offer is that from the ages of seven to 17 I spent every summer roaming free, alone or with my mates, over square miles of rough open countryside full of ponds and pitfalls, barbed wire, thorny thickets and ruined buildings, without getting more than a scratch. My only serious injuries throughout that joyous period were sustained at home, usually under the very eyes of my watchful mother.